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After Daisy left, I could feel the weight on the bed shift as Tom stood up and moved to the arm chair that daisy had just recently moved. The material looked as if it were made of emerald green silk, and since it was Tom that chose the furniture in his room, I wouldn't doubt that it was—likely just him surrounding himself with riches in order to separate himself from the orphanage.

Tom picked up the bowl of soup; it looked like chicken noodle or something similar, scooped up a spoonful of noodles and broth, hovered the spoon over the bowl and brought the spoon up to my face.

I raised an eyebrow at him and just stared as he sat there, the spoon not moving. "What are you doing?" I asked, slightly taken aback by his sudden change in character.

"Feeding you. I would prefer not to have my bed and floor soiled again because you cannot successfully feed yourself." His tone was very matter-of-fact and lacked any of the deeper emotions that he had shown before Daisy appeared. This earned him a glare. "Eat."

"No." I crossed my arms, now having a slightly renewed feeling of rebellion.

He let out an exasperated sigh. "So we start this again. Really? Are you afraid that I won't recognize you if you don't act like you're eleven?"

I stuck my tongue out at him to show him how childish I could really act and for good measure, went cross-eyed.

He dropped the spoon back into the bowl and leaned forward, putting on his most menacing face and I thought for sure that I was going to get hit, but instead, he leaned forward and whispered in a slightly taunting tone, "If you keep doing that, your face will get stuck that way."

I let out a slight breath of relief and rolled my eyes. "Thanks, Mum. Any other amazing words of advice?"

"Yeah, eat your soup so that you can grow to be big and strong." Tom had a huge smirk plastered on his face now as he picked back up the spoon and brought it towards my mouth.

Smiling due to the more lighthearted conversation, I took an exaggerated bite, my mouth opened further than necessary for the spoon before chomping down on it, them playfully he pushed the spoon a bit further into my mouth. I coughed slightly in surprise and he ripped the spoon from my mouth, re-filling it with soup.

I pouted. "No bread?"

He paused as if to think, although we both knew he wasn't. "Nope. More soup." As he said it, he pushed the spoon into my mouth.

This continued on for a while. Slight banter went back and forth between us and he gave me some of the bread that Daisy had brought with her. Once the soup was gone, and my stomach was full, he stopped feeding me, and when he stopped feeding me, the light air that had begun to settle between the two of us was gone.

He stood up and grabbed a book off of his shelf. "You still have your dark art paper that you must do, do you not? If you find the spells in the original book that I gave you to be… disinteresting or unchallenging, I'm sure you'll find the spells in this to be much better. The book is in Latin, but my notes in the margins should be good enough for you to be able to do your paper." He sat the book down on the pile that I had sitting beside me. It was an older book, leather bound with sliver print on the front of it.

"I must go attend to another errand and should be back around dinner. I'll fetch Mr. Malfoy before I leave and send him down here to keep you company and assist you with any of your work."

"Don't have Malfoy—"

"Don't even start with me, Ginevra. Mr. Malfoy is going to keep an eye on you while I'm gone because someone has to." He was walking towards the door, not even looking in my direction.

"I am not a child! I don't need babysat, Tom!" I stood up, outraged that he would even be treating me like this after we had been getting along. Just as things started seeming as they were getting better, he was pushing me away. Just as soon as he started to act like the Tom that I remembered, he slipped back into the cold, dark lord that he had become.

The blankets that were covering me up were tangled together, catching my feet and as I continued forward. Then, in an attempt to stand, the books tumbled off the edge of the bed, landing with loud repeated thumps.

At this point, he turned towards me, pointing his finger accusingly with an annoyed expression on his face. "You do need babysat. You're an emotional mess right now. You're hurting yourself one moment in order to gain some sort of control, and the next, you're laughing and having a good time. You need someone to feed you, or you don't eat. You throw fits when you don't get what you want. That sounds like the definition of a child if you ask me. So don't you dare say that you don't need babysat. You do."

By now I had managed to stand up at the foot of the bed. "You have no right to give me those accusations you—you –you hypocrite! You bloody hypocrite!" My hands were balled into fists at my sides as I began to scream at him. How could he do this to me? I thought that he was my friend, but he was treating me like I was some sort of child that was incapable of understanding anything. I wasn't a child. I used to be, but I wasn't anymore and he wasn't seeing any of that. Why?

"Ginevra," his voice was cold, and I could tell that he was going to give me another demand that I wouldn't want to listen to, "sit down. Now."

I ground my teeth and remained standing. I wanted to listen to him. Some part of me did anyways, but I knew—I just knew, that I couldn't. I didn't want him to think I was a child that he could order around. I didn't want him to think that I was weak. And I was a bloody Weasley for Merlin's sake, of course I had to be stubborn.

"Sit." His voice went colder. It sent chills down my spine, colder than any winter I had ever experienced… and I sat.

"Mr Malfoy is going to watch you in my absence. You are not going to give him any trouble while I'm gone. You are going to be polite. Understand?"

I closed my eyes and nodded slightly, biting my bottom lip to keep from seeing the wrath that he would likely unleash if I didn't keep quiet and agree to what it was he had been saying to me.

"Good." And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving me completely alone and lost. get what you wen you don'u, or you don'nd the next, you'ccusingly with a stony exp I continued forward, in an attempt to stand